Chapter 133： Kaguya (1/2)

"The Dark Lord of the Pirate (!

"Good fighting ability." Watching the white-haired boy's counter-attack, he was undoubtedly amazed by them. Titch's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help sighing.

This series of actions, minimalist methods of killing, and decisive, did not look like a teenager who was only about ten years old.

"It's him. Two years before I left the Kingdom of Culloye, he appeared on the battlefield of the Cannon Fodder Camp. Before I left, he survived every battlefield. He hesitated at first. But in just a few wars, he completely transformed, like a killing machine. He started to kill when he was only five years old." Kos looked at the boy, even though he had been treated to this boy for so many years. The impression is still very deep.

"You must know that young children like this are the easiest to die in the battlefield, and they can easily become the target of those adults. And he survived the battlefield again and again, and he was cautious at first. Yes, and in the back, he started to kill the enemy head-on. I have seen him many times in a dangerous situation, but he always fights back at critical times. This is a monster with super combat talent."

The word "monster" can show that Koss's attitude is serious. After three years of sailing on the great waterway, he is also well-informed, and he is not the kind of big talker.

The word monster had only been directed at Titch and Barrett in his mouth before.

"I didn't expect that after three years, he was still alive." Ke Si couldn't help sighing.

"Kos, it's been five years now, and he was only five years old when he went to the battlefield. What's the matter? Although he is a child, it is impossible to go to the battlefield so early, right." Wallace Shinobu Kept asking.

It’s too cruel to be on the battlefield at the age of five. It was terrifying to think that Ke Si started killing at the age of seven. I didn’t expect that there are even more terrifying things now, and he went on the battlefield at the age of five.

At such a young age, going to the battlefield and killing is not a concept, and Kos is a gunner, and long-range sniper killing and melee combat are not a concept.

"This thing is like this. They are all orphans. They were raised by the military. They practiced killing skills since they were young. They were raised until they were five years old and began to go to the battlefield. After all, raising children also costs money. Spend on these children, they are just orphans, and the Kingdom Army is not an orphanage." Kos said indifferently, for all of this, he is used to the edge of the battlefield.

"Furthermore, the kingdom's orphans are everywhere, and there will be another group after leaving. A large number of orphans are born every year, so there is no worry about the source of birth, and the main combat power is the death row prisoners and slaves."

"Then what's his name? Do you know?" Looking at the silver-haired young man on the battlefield, no one could stop him. Many people came to stop him, only turning into a corpse and falling to the ground.

"I checked, and there is no name." Kos shook his head, "They orphans have no names, some have, some don't, but they lost their names the moment they entered the orphanage established by the military, only Code name, his code name is 8."

"8, it symbolizes darkness." Titch couldn't help laughing, "it goes well with our Pirates in the Night!"

Titch's meaning is already very obvious, he has already taken a fancy to this young man, this is an extremely sharp blade. It would be a pity to just stay here and eventually die on this battlefield. If he stays here, Barrett's past experience will be his end.

"This is fate!" Hearing Titch's words, Koscius helped his monocle and smiled.

"I have felt good luck." Bacara stroked her short red hair behind her ears.

"A new companion!" Wallace was a little excited.

"It seems we have to work harder." Nelson couldn't help but say.

The young man’s fighting talent and fighting ability surpassed half of them. Physically, he was a bit poor, but he also showed great strength. However, they all could see that he is now very thin and malnourished. The food has not been eaten well. Once these supplements and the normal development of the body, his combat effectiveness will increase exponentially.

It gave them tremendous pressure.

The young man was still fighting at this time. He was too strong. Only at this time, killing, could he feel life, feel the passing of life, and feel his own existence.

The boy wears a red shoulder **** his right shoulder. On his right trousers, there is an "8" mark. He is topless, his body is very thin, his bones are clearly visible, and his body is covered with scars. , These are all traces of the fighting he left over the years.

If killing is an art, it is fully displayed in him. No matter in terms of strength or speed, he does not have a clear advantage. However, there is no unnecessary movement, time and time again. Avoiding the attacks against him one by one, every time he swings the weapon in his hand, it seems to kill a life, or just block a blow against him.

It seems that the efficiency of his killing is too low, and the battle is also rapidly consuming his physical strength. I don't know when the weapon in his hand has changed. It has become a knife, a sharp blade, and it is more killing than an iron rod. It’s easy and uses less power.

The title of his white-haired devil was killed time and time again. I don’t know when someone called out this name in fear. In the cannon fodder camps on both sides, more and more people knew about him because of his powerfulness. The record, among the high-level masters of the cannon fodder camp in the Kingdom of Culloye, also said that as long as you kill the white-haired devil, you will be free.

Because the originally balanced battlefield even lost its balance because of the gray-haired devil.

Although the reputation is very terrifying, the personnel of the cannon fodder battalion on both sides have been updated. They are willing to take risks for the benefit and for the future. What's more, the so-called white-haired devil is only a ten-year-old boy who looks very thin and weak. Neither is strong.

In every war, he will face the siege of many people.

Because of his outstanding performance, eight more adults joined together and attacked him together.

They need to contain the number eight, otherwise, their camp will completely collapse.

These people are also people who have survived on the battlefield. Their strength is not weaker than that of elite soldiers. In order to deal with the number eight, they were specially transferred from other battlefields. The border between the two kingdoms is very long, and the whole edge is very long. The battlefield is not just one place here, but there are many places.

They were promised huge benefits and transferred from other cannon fodder camps. As long as they kill the white-haired devil, they will be completely free, and they will be able to get a lot of money.

The eight people surrounded all the eight directions of the eighth, and they didn't seem to want to leave him a gap to escape, each holding a sharp long knife in his hand.

Compared with stability, the rules of the kingdom of the kingdom cannot be broken. This is the tacit understanding between the two belligerent countries.

The cannon fodder battalion can only be dealt with by the cannon fodder battalion. If other elite soldiers are used to deal with the people of the cannon fodder battalion, as long as one side starts this, the other side will do the same. When the rules are broken, everything will become even better. The chaos will be unscrupulous.

At that time, the assassination of generals, nobles, and even kings will happen, and foreign aid will be invited. At that time, the scale of the war may expand and spread to the hinterland of the two countries, which they do not want.

Therefore, to deal with the number eight, they can only use some special methods within the rules.

Each of these eight men is wearing leather armor and holding sophisticated weapons. Compared with the members of other cannon fodder battalions, this equipment is undoubtedly very luxurious and enviable.

Even in this dangerous situation, No. 8 is not nervous at all, very calm.

He has experienced too many things like this. It would be good if he died on the battlefield like this. He was a little tired. What is the meaning of life? Is there only death?

However, he is looking for, he will not die so easily, and will definitely go all out.

"Go to hell, the white-haired devil, do your part for our freedom, and give us your head." One of them took a sharp long knife and moved forward two steps in the front left and back of him, with both hands. Holding a long knife, the sharp tip of the knife aimed at No. 8's body.

At the same time he shot, three more people shot, just in the four directions of the eighth, and four others prevented the eighth from escaping. At the same time, there was no tacit understanding between them. There were too many people fighting, but they would meet each other. Some bad effects.

They had seen the fighting situation on the eighth before, so they were all very vigilant, and they did not make him small because he was just a ten-year-old child.

And this number eight has lived on this battlefield for five years, surpassing most of the cannon fodder.

Facing the knife at the back, No. 8's skin felt a cold glow, but he was not afraid. Facing the knife, his legs bend slightly.